Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

"Chaos is first distinguished from clear and turbid, and Tai Chi's two rituals and four images are evolved."

In the quiet room, Fang Qingyuan suddenly frowned, groaned, opened his eyes, and then his eyes burned, but he sighed:

"The idea of ​​the road to infinite evolution is too high. Even if I have the wisdom of five thousand years of civilization in my previous life, it is still as difficult as climbing to the sky to visualize the essence."

After sighing, Fang Qingyuan dispersed the simulated chaos vision in his mind. During this period, ever since he decided to take this path of wireless evolution, he has been observing the Immortal Mansion from time to time, and combined with the various cultural heritages he absorbed in his previous life, He began to deduce his own Taoist elixir theory.

However, the progress is not satisfactory. This is because Fang Qingyuan's current level is too low. It is just a fantasy, and it is difficult to use his soul to outline the scene of the beginning of chaos. He often imagines that after the beginning of chaos, it will be unable to continue and difficult to maintain.

After relaxing and contemplating, Fang Qingyuan rested for a moment, his soul was exhausted, and then he stood up. He went to the study room outside and saw seven or eight letters on the table, quietly and neatly arranged.

These letters were sent by Mao Cheng, the head of the general affairs, some of them reported on the big things in the sect, and some of them collected various information from the outside world. The letters were sent every ten days. If Fang Qingyuan did not see it in retreat, then Just continue to accumulate, and then deal with it all together when Fang Qingyuan comes out of the customs.

Fang Qingyuan got the letters and opened them one by one to look at them. There was nothing serious happening in the letters. Mao Cheng could handle the small problems by himself. Only when there were really big things, would it be worth Fang Qingyuan's intervention.

Throwing down the letter, Fang Qingyuan leaned on the couch behind him and considered the news he had just seen. It had been nearly a year since he had pressured the Zhang family and opened up the trade route from the Qingyuan Sect to the wild border. During this period, the sect had The door's revenue has indeed increased a lot compared to previous years.

The sect sent more than a dozen disciples to establish a stronghold on the border of the wilderness. On the one hand, they purchased the items of casual cultivators who panned for gold in the wilderness. On the other hand, they also did various small businesses to serve the gold diggers. Over the past year, it was calculated that Income and expenditure, this is where you start to make a profit.

Various materials were continuously transported from the Qingyuan Sect to the wild border strongholds by mortal fleets, and then were consumed there. The spiritual stones exchanged for them continued to purchase various materials. In this way, I made a lot of money. price difference.

Because this year is just the beginning, the benefits are not obvious enough. After two years, once you have become famous and your relationships are straightened out, you will get on the right track and earn more.

It's just that compared with Fang Qingyuan's own pocket and the price of hiring a black hand to do the work, it seems that the gain outweighs the loss. At least fifteen years of net income will be wasted, but Fang Qingyuan is not prepared to count this spiritual stone in the Qingyuan Sect's accounts. Firstly, Qingyuan Sect wants to develop, and secondly, if someone traces it in the future, it will be easy for others to find clues.

After calculating the income and development, Fang Qingyuan called the disciple guarding the door. This disciple looked young, only about ten years old. After he entered the study, he knelt on the ground and saluted:

"I have met my ancestor, what are your instructions?"

Fang Qingyuan looked at the child, thought about it in his mind, and then asked:

"You are a child of the Gu family, right? Are you on duty today?"

The child boldly raised his head, looked at Fang Qingyuan and said

"Exactly, I'm on duty today. My father is Gu Lin and my name is Gu Changfeng."

Looking at the childish face that was very similar to his father's, Fang Qingyuan remembered Gu Linlai who had followed him to this place to open up the business. Not long after arriving here, more than a dozen bachelors spread their wings and gave birth to many children. Heir, this one in front of me is someone with spiritual roots, so I sent him to Fang Qingyuan to get acquainted with him first. Maybe if Fang Qingyuan is in a good mood, he can reward him with some gadgets.

"He has a tough head and a tough brain. He is very similar to your father. You can play with this gadget. Also, call me Master Wanqin."

Fang Qingyuan casually took out a first-order small magic weapon from his storage bag and handed it to Gu Changfeng. Seeing Gu Changfeng's happy and frank look, Fang Qingyuan's mood was also infected. The slight frustration of the failed visualization just now also disappeared. Dissipated a lot.

Children like Gu Changfeng are the third generation of the Qingyuan Sect. The first generation is of course Fang Qingyuan and Jiang Wanqin. The second generation is the original family who followed back then, as well as the war orphans from the Rogue Cultivator Rebellion. A small part of the third generation are the descendants of the second generation, and most of them are the contributions of mortals under the mountain.

These third generations are generally in their teens at present, but they have only one or two levels of Qi training and are not yet qualified for big positions.

In the twenty-first generation, the inheritance of the bottom cultivators is almost the same as that of the mortals at the foot of the mountain. Because if you don't enter the foundation building, what's the use of living twenty or thirty years longer than the mortals?

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Wanqin arrived gracefully. After Fang Qingyuan invited her to come in and take a seat, he took out a piece of letters from the pile and handed it to her to read.

Jiang Wanqin opened the letter and read it silently. After reading it, her face showed some deep thought.

"Jiang Kui said he wanted you to go to Yuanling Mountain, but he didn't say what it was about. What do you think?"

Fang Qingyuan spoke calmly, but he kept looking at Jiang Wanqin from the corner of his eye. Now, nearly twenty years later, his relationship with Jiang Kui has become even weaker. Now that Jiang Kui calls Jiang Wanqin for no reason, Fang Qingyuan does not have any good expectations for this.

Jiang Wanqin hesitated for a few times, and finally said:

"After all, it is my master. If she calls you, I will still go, but this time, I will no longer be easily deceived."

Seeing Jiang Wanqin's confident look, Fang Qingyuan felt that it was too early for her to say this. After thinking about it, Fang Qingyuan said:

"If nothing happens, I'll go with you to avoid making the same mistake as last time."

Jiang Wanqin's face turned red, she lowered her head and whispered:

"Senior brother, just make the decision."

After unifying their opinions, Fang Qingyuan called Mao Cheng to inform him of his whereabouts, then took Jinbao and Jiang Waqin and flew towards Yuanling Mountain in southern Xinjiang.

But when they arrived at the place, Fang Qingyuan said to Jiang Wanqin:

"I miss people after seeing things. I won't go to Yuanling Mountain for now. You go to see Jiang Kui. I'll go to Yuanlingfang City at the foot of the mountain. I haven't seen old friends from the She family for a long time."

Facing Fang Qingyuan's instructions, Jiang Wanqin had no choice but to nod in agreement. After bidding farewell to Fang Qingyuan, she came to the door of Yuanling Mountain and started calling.

This Yuanling Mountain is where Jiang Wanqin was born and raised. She has lived here for forty years and is naturally familiar with every plant and tree here. However, in the twenty years since she left, great changes have taken place here.

For example, the Zhike in front of him didn't recognize Jiang Wanqin. It was Jiang Wanqin who revealed her identity and was welcomed inside. But when Jiang Wanqin came to the mountain gate, she found that many of her original acquaintances were gone.

Fang Qingyuan was walking in Yuanlingfang City, revisiting his old place, which naturally triggered many thoughts in his heart. Looking at the things in front of him, he could vaguely correspond to when he was the owner of the workshop.

Arriving at the entrance of Fangshi Hall, Fang Qingyuan originally wanted to talk to She Xiyu or She Xuanyan to reminisce about the past, but after asking several monks in the past, he had never heard of them. It was not until he found an older monk that Fang Qingyuan learned that Fangshi had The She family, which was at the height of its prosperity, has now fallen into ruin. Not only has it lost its position as the guardian of Fangshi, but its 10% share of Fangshi has been diluted to the point of being dispensable.

Such changes in the past thirty years made Fang Qingyuan a little surprised, but more of a sigh. He could guess that without his support behind him, how could the She family, a small family without a foothold, be able to survive in the world? In the face of all the major forces, how about preserving 10% of the capital?